Barking does nothing to halt the inevitable turning of the wheel of time - or the leashing of the leash.

Finally it comes taut enough that Russell risks crouching down to gather Chad into his arms, keeping his face back in case of nippy unhappiness.

"Shh, shh, it's okay, it'll be okay, it's just for a few days! You'll hardly notice when it's over with," he keeps up a rambling encouragement as he gathers the dog.